Choices

(NB: Below is letter sent by a guy to his beloved on life's choices, and the meaning of Life itself. Nice read .)

Good morning G,

Me here at home. Holed-in my study (well this house is really designed like as a retreat with  study-rooms  and a kitchen with a sun-roof). I stow-away the TV on small room, away from the living and center of the house.

For the last few days I was not really on good mood either. We were anxious on the biopsy  results of my father’s  hospital confinement last July. (People do not know this: I celebrated by birthday on hospital caring for an ailing parent…trying to save the life that gave me life.  And through God’s help, we had him released in acceptable level of health.)

But yesterday, was truly a blessing.  Together with my father, we returned to the hospital for the results. His biopsy results are negative, and doctor said that he is  okey. He was advised to eat more  veggies and fruits, and easy on meat.  That was the best part. And then things got  a little bit not so good:

After dropping my father to my sister’s house, I was hit (the Ford Pick-up) by PUJ on my way home. Gladly, I suffered no injury while the Ford got all the hit. Wet roads ,  bad weather , and bad driving (including mine)  conspired to this accident. And this got me thinking…

 I can not control the circumstances that will happen; but I can always make a choice to what to do to these circumstances:

The choice I make can either un-make me or make me. The situation is only a test. Reality is what your actions to these tests. The answers in life are the choices we make.

I am sure you will ‘ask what did I do after the accident?’

I parked the Ford on the side to ensure the traffic congestion will be prevented (and prevent additional accidents to happen), checked on the people in the PUJ if  okey (in fairness , the PUJ did stop and not run from the accident. The driver did check on me too, if I am okey). And then I checked the damage on my car. I said to myself, this could be repaired easily.

The choice is clear. Let it pass. No harm done!

But vagabonds  that saw the whole accident said otherwise: ‘Sue the PUJ and let him pay for the damage.’  But I did otherwise.

As I see it,  I am truly thankful that my father and I are alive today.  Adding more miseries to the world will not repair the damaged Ford nor blame God for death-causing cancer. We live to take care each other, not to bring misery to this life. But most people think and feel otherwise.

Hope this enliven your day,

With much Love

D.

PS: Do not worry if you have no time to talk to me. Read the line below:

TALK TO ME IF YOU ARE READY.  DO NOT WORRY.  I WILL WAIT.